+/- crazyyoungsters

she couldn’t remember how it had gotten this far, why it got this far. they obviously knew this was wrong and never meant to be. he and his sister were. right? “ainsley she just, would never forgive us.” she spoke in response, even though she knew this was a given. “you love her don’t you? you must.” she asked, starting to question things. 

open to tops / vers tops Cole has just heard your muse is dating some other guy, even though they’ve been fooling around in secret for a while now. He’s trying not to let his jealousy show too much.

      “Seriously?” asked Cole, disbelief genuine in his tone. “You picked that guy as your boyfriend?” He shook his head. “I mean it’s your life and all. I just wouldn’t have pegged you for that type.” Cole looked around to make sure they didn’t have an audience. “He’s not gonna make you happy, you know.” Cole flipped a page in the book he wasn’t reading. “He’s not your type. Too boring.” Cole was trying to make light of this whole thing but he was thrown off by all of it. He didn’t know his beneficial friend was looking for someone steady. “He even willing to go past first base with you? He stinks like virgin.”

open to m/f/nb based on:  you’re my sibling’s fiance but damn when you kiss me it feels like i’m on fire 

“we can’t keep doing this.” liliana pushed them back for a moment, shaking her head after their lips had just been locked in a passionate kiss. glancing down at her feet, her brown hues filled with guilt. “you’re marrying my sibling, i can’t do this to them. it’s not fair.” she sighed. 

    “I know you’re confused. I’m confused—I still am. It doesn’t mean I wanna lose you; and if you’re still my friend then I don’t…I don’t understand why we can’t figure this out together.” Sutton didn’t want to lay any guilt on Bradley. That was exactly the opposite of what he’d come to there to do. He wanted his friend back and the prospect of losing Bradley terrified Sutton to his core. He’d already been something of a wreck ever since Bradley stopped coming around or talking to him. “I don’t want you to push me away anymore. Can you honestly say that’s helped you? If you can I’ll–” Sutton paused. Swallowed. “I’ll accept it. I’ll leave you alone. Not contact you until you’re ready. I promise.” He was still Bradley’s friend and he still wanted what was best for the other male. Whatever that was. Even Sutton’s absence from Bradley’s life. It would be painful, but Sutton would do it.

     “… alright.” claudia nods her head. she’s not sure if she can trust the other woman - she can never be sure, not when she can’t even be sure about such simple facts about herself. but there’s not much about this stranger that claudia can truly find something to fear, to be worried or concerned over. so she decides to cooperate with the other woman, decides to lower her knife & put it back in her pocket. “alright.” she repeats, sitting herself down on a raised stone in the alley. she listens as tanner speaks, a finger absentmindedly trailing up to her scalp, feeling where she’s been hit. the crusted-over blood, the little twinge of pain she can still feel. “yeah. i don’t remember how it happened, but yeah.”

as tanner introduces herself, claudia feels a little calmer. there’s no reason for tanner to go that far if she wants to hurt claudia. “tanner.” she echoes, nodding her head a little. “i don’t really remember my name. it starts with a c - but that’s really all i can get.” it’s almost shameful to admit, for whatever reason. “the hit on the head really got me. literally knocked the sense outta me.” the brunette gives another little sigh. she racks her brain for a moment, trying to see if she figure out the name… but nothing. not that she’s really expecting anything different. “i don’t remember anything. just wakin’ up in some ditch somewhere.”

character: ingrid open: m/nb plot: ingrid has been flirting or hooking up with your muse for a few weeks now but as things get a bit more serious, she thinks they should stop as she’s older than him (your muse should be 19 to 23, as she’s 25)

ingrid feels like a total asshole, she does, but it’s necessary. she’s had her fun, but now it’s time to grow up. focus on adult things, like rent and tuition. she’s in law school now, for god’s sake, she can’t be entangled with college age guys anymore. “i’m sorry,” she starts, patting them on the shoulder. it comes off condescending and instantly she regrets it, dropping her hand back down to her waist. “it just… wouldn’t work out, y’know?” as necessary as it is, she can’t help feeling a bit choked up, so she looks down to regain a bit of composure. “i’m too old for you.”

open. tops. vers tops. Your muse and Sutton have been best friends for a long time. Both were always under the impression your muse was straight but one night things got heated and they fooled around. Your muse started avoiding Sutton after that and Sutton is here to fix things.

        “Look, I didn’t…I didn’t mean for anything to happen. It wasn’t planned. I don’t even—it doesn’t matter. It was a fluke, right?” Sutton looked on, willing to accept this narrative about what happened, if it brought the other back into his life. “So, let’s forget it. Let’s…forget the whole thing. It never happened. Okay?” Sutton shook his head wanting desperately for everything to be fine again. “All I know is it’s been weeks. And you’re my best friend. And I need my best friend back.” Sutton’s eyes stung. “What’s it gonna take?”

“Yeah, I bet it works on everyone.” Eden answered with a smirk before turning her gaze back up at him. “No problem.” She said, a hand moving to her neck as she rested onto the bar top. “I’m Eden.” The blonde started. “You should start telling me why you asked me for a drink while there’s three women across the bar staring at you like that.”

Eden smiled at him before she ordered him the drink, then brought the straw of her drink back to her lips. After taking a sip of her fruity mixed drink, she put the glass down and ran her fingertips through her hair. “–But that was just because you gave me that sad look.” The blonde mumbled, smirking softly while she glanced down her drink.